Backstage Indecency

by Mercedes Del Ray

  “You might think that because I look sexy, go topless and get hot on stage I sleep around. I don’t! Fuck you for your assumptions about me mister. I’ve had three partners in the three years since I split with my husband,” Helen lied glibly, correctly guessing that Jack knew this wasn’t true.

  “But it’s okay for you to make assumptions that I sleep around? You just asked me if you should get checked. And that’s different is it? You slept with me after a couple of drinks, and I know you were just after a sign up. Why wouldn’t I think you do it all the time?”

  Helen didn’t have an answer to that, so she let Jack carry on without interrupting. “And fuck you for your prejudice against short men. I can see it in your eyes, and the way you are with me. If a man expresses a liking for blondes with big hooters, he’s called stupid and shallow. However, it’s all about looks and height with women, and the excuse they give is that they are entitled to have a preference, so that makes it okay. I’ve got no shortage of women of all sizes out for all they can get from me, who will do whatever I tell them to in bed, if they think it will further their career. I’ve used their pussies and dumped them shamelessly in the past, but as I’m getting older, I want a bit more than just sex. Now I think you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but you don’t think of me as a potential boyfriend because I’m not a six footer do you? You’re just another chick trying to make it as a musician and get a deal from me – that’s why you’ve let me stick it in you, any way I wanted.”

  When Helen didn’t attempt to deny it, Jack sighed and asked about her husband.

  “We met when he was studying in New York, then I came over with him. We had to get married so I wouldn’t have to go back to America, but it didn’t work out – the arsehole went off with someone else after three years. Luckily, we’d done all the paperwork I needed to live here permanently, so I could stay on. I love England and the London music scene.”

  Thinking that if Helen was truly his, there was no way that he would want anyone else Jack commented, “Well you are twenty-eight so if you are going to make it, we need to crack on,” as Helen wondered exactly who had been using who when they had been screwing. However, the mention of her age, worried her more.

  “I’m twenty-nine on Friday,” she said. “I’m going to be too old soon.”

  “Rubbish, look at Debbie Harry. She didn’t find commercial success until she was in her thirties,” Jack informed her. “And happy birthday for Friday. If you haven’t any plans for the evening, I’d like to take you out for dinner.”

  Helen had arranged to meet some friends at a pub for some birthday drinks, but just as she was about to refuse Jack outright, something made her think again, so she told him to come along to help her celebrate.

  Chapter Eight

  The day of Helen’s birthday came. In the morning, there was a knock on her door, which woke her up. Pulling on a dressing gown, she found a delivery man outside with a bunch of red roses from Jack. Surprised and pleased, she arranged them into a vase, and put them on her living room table.

  When she arrived at the pub in the evening, he was already there waiting for her with the other members of the band. There were also lots of her other friends, and as the evening progressed, Helen wondered about what they might think about him, if they knew what was lurking.

  He stood chatting about music, mainly, and seemed like a laid back, generous man who wasn’t afraid to put his hand in his pocket and buy a few drinks. When she saw how happy, the guys in the band were that Jack was taking an interest in them, she went along with their enthusiasm, although she still had her doubts about him.

  When one of the barmen called time, she suggested continuing the evening back at her flat. Quite a few people accepted. As they left the pub, Jack walked next to her chatting. She hoped, she would be able to get rid of him when the rest of her friends went home.

  However, the continuations of her celebrations were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. Helen answered it to find two staff from the local council saying that the noise they were making was causing complaints. As she puzzled why the man living next door would never speak to her in person if her volume was too high, Helen reluctantly called time on the party.

  Jack stepped to the rescue saying that they could all go on enjoying themselves at his house, and called some cabs to take them there. So her get-together went on into the early hours and by the time her guests had started going home, Helen was too drunk to care that she was being left alone with him.

  She came to in the morning lying on Jack’s sofa with a blanket over her – the taste in her mouth was vile. Her last memory was of being sick into a washing up bowl in the kitchen, with Jack comforting her with his arm around her shoulders. As she sat up hoping, she wasn’t going to throw up again, he came in with a black coffee and told her to drink it. Once she’d done so, he offered her some dry toast, and when she’d managed to eat some of it, at his invitation went upstairs to his bedroom and slept off her hangover for most of the day.

  When she woke up in the late afternoon, he suggested a takeaway, and sent out for some pizza. Although the thought of food still made her want to throw up, Helen felt considerably better after she’d forced some of it down with copious amounts of cold water.

  “Thank you for all of this, and for looking after me last night, but why are you being so nice to me?” she asked curiously.

  “I’m not quite sure, because you’ve been a bitch to me at times. I guess it’s because I like you a lot.” Jack replied. “You behaved like a floozy last night, with that low-cut top you had on; everyone could see your tits. I’ve told you before that they are mine, and no one else looks at them but me, unless I give my explicit permission. That short skirt you were wearing left nothing to the imagination either. You use too much make-up and go out looking like a whore. And the amount of Budweiser you drank was disgraceful. It’s so stupid to get into that kind of state!”

  Helen knew the way this was going immediately and despite herself started getting turned on. She played along with Jack, hoping the outline of her nipples wouldn’t show through her T-shirt. Getting up, she got her bag and jacket and made to leave, loudly shouting that she wasn’t putting up with this kind of treatment again.

  “I can see your nipples through your top, and smell your soaking wet pussy from here!” Jack said quietly. “You want me but you think this is all a game, and you love it! You’re not supposed to be enjoying this you fucking slut! Well, I’m going to punish you like the scrubber you are! Come back in here now.”

  As Helen slowly did so, she tried to quell her excitement, feeling ashamed of herself that she was letting Jack behave like this. She considered herself an independent, sorted woman with a mind of her own, but she just couldn’t walk out of the door, even though she knew the next few minutes and possibly a lot longer, could be extremely unpleasant.

  “I’m not being spanked like before,” she warned him as she sat back down.

  Jack ignored her and pointed at the table. “I’ll decide what you will and won’t do. You have five seconds to bend over this table. Now I’m waiting.”

  As he started to count down, Helen gave in. She got up and went to the table and bent over it. As before her panties were pulled down, before Jack told her to step out of them.

  Then the punishment began.

  Helen bit her lip as the first wallop connected with her butt, but she was determined not to cry out with pain. Fairly soon after another thump came down on exactly the same spot. The stinging was terrible, but still she didn’t make a sound. And so it continued – Jack would administer a slap then prolong her suffering by standing and admiring her reddening backside. After what seemed like hours, she’d only been spanked six times but her throbbing behind told her otherwise.

  Again, nothing happened for a while, so Helen slowly stood up.

  “I haven’t given you permission to stand; stay as you are,” Jack commanded.

  Hearing Jack unzip himself gave Helen a
clue of what was going to happen next, but she didn’t have time to think much about what she was going to do, before he attempted to slide inside her from behind. Deciding enough was enough, she thought that for her own self-respect, this should stop now so she started to struggle. As she whipped around to slap his face for trying to take her from behind over the table top like some animal, he forced her legs apart and around him and lifted her on to the cold marble.

  When her sore, red buttocks connected with it, she yelped with pain, as Jack entered her with his big, hard cock. He pulled her top and bra off, and started biting and kissing her breasts as the rhythm of his pounding stretched Helen’s cunt to its limits. As she became more and more wet and open, neither of them could keep from making moans and grunts, which grew steadily louder as their climax approached. When the moment came the explosion of it blew them both away, before Jack took pity on Helen and slid out of her, then allowed her to stand up.

  As she did so every bone and muscle in her body seemed to hurt as she tried to walk. When Jack held his hand out to help her, she offered some resistance to it by whispering “Fuck you, you are a crazy bastard,” but now she was coming to understand how sensitive Jack was about his height, left out any mention of the word ‘little.’

  Chapter Nine

  Jack managed to use his contacts to help get the band in as support at another couple of gigs and details were posted on the band’s various social media pages. When nothing much happened, Helen was panic stricken and asked him why not. “Don’t worry, the news of how good you are won’t travel overnight just wait and see,” he reassured her with a smile.

  “Well I hope so,” she responded. “Financially, things are getting more and more precarious for all of us. When are you going to give us a proper sign up deal? We can’t go on like this for much longer.”

  “All in good time, I want to know you are worth my investment. However, I am really pleased to see that there’s a mention of your last gig on Gigwise. So should you and the band be.”

  “What more can we do?” Helen asked.

  “Stop using all those cosmetics, and don’t dye your hair that harsh black – it’s a dated look and makes you appear slutty – I’ve told you that before. I have to say your movements on stage are still disgusting sometimes. It’s great you’re keeping your clothes on now, but that pelvic thrust thing you do when you are playing your guitar has to stop. It’s all very well being raunchy; I don’t mind that, but your movements are so sleazy at times it’s like watching a strip club act.”

  “Oh screw you,” Helen muttered sulkily. “I suppose you’ve bought some Ben WA balls. You want me to stick them up my snatch to get me to tone down the act, don’t you? How utterly predictable and unoriginal you are!”

  Jack produced a small bag and handed it to her, then waited for her to open it. When she found a strange-looking object inside, she wondered what the hell it was. “I was thinking about some Love Balls, but then I had a far better idea. A butt plug is much more worthy of an insubordinate slut like you. There’s also some lubrication there as well, take the butt plug home and get used to inserting it! You should be able to build up to keeping that thing in your arsehole for many hours.”

  “Oh this is all too much,” Helen shouted. “You’re fucking certifiable.”

  “No I’m not, Helen – I’m just trying to help you. Once you’re used to wearing the butt plug when you’re on stage, it will give you a big thrill. Just think of it. Only you and I will know you have it in you. However, if you get carried away with those extremely, vulgar movements you’re in the habit of making when you perform it’s going to fall out. Just think of what would happen if someone saw it drop down from under the leg of your jeans. Alternatively, I might make you wear a short skirt with no panties! Let that thing drop, and you’ll be famous alright!”

  Helen threw the butt plug on the floor with such force, it bounced off the carpet and hit the wall. Then she fronted up to Jack telling him to stick it up his own arse.

  “Pick it up,” Jack said quietly.

  Helen headed towards the door, but he was too quick for her, and blocked her way.

  “I’m not going to tell you a third time. Pick it up now, you disobedient bitch!”

  “Sod this, he never lets up, but I don’t want to play this game right now – I’m tired,” Helen thought as she bent over pretending she was going to pick the butt plug up. Jack relaxed and walked towards her thinking that she was going to comply with his instructions. Seeing her chance to get away, Helen laughed as she pushed past him and was gone before he could stop her.

  Chapter Ten

  The Curves were booked as a support band at gigs on the following Friday and Saturday evenings. On an impulse, Jack had an idea, and took Helen on one side telling her that he needed to check something with her. She didn’t suspect a thing and willingly went with him, not guessing what he’d planned until it was too late to back out.

  As soon as they were alone he gave the command, “Bend over!”

  “Why?” Helen demanded. “I’m not doing that stuff here; anyone could catch us! You’re crazy!”

  “Because I told you to do something the last time I saw you. But what did you do? You ran away, you cheeky bloody bitch. You need to be punished!”

  Helen had to think for a minute, but finally remembered what she had done to offend. Then she felt her panties being pulled down before she bent over to submit to a fast, hard spanking backstage as a punishment for talking back to Jack and running away when he’d produced the butt plug. As she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out with the pain, she told herself that all this would be worth it to get a deal. It was a way to get the band to the top. Nothing more.

  However, she had to admit the fear of someone catching them had been a huge turn on – and when she went out on stage the whole danger of what they had just done had made her hotter than ever before. As instructed, she kept her clothes on, and kept her movements decent in public, even though she felt like she was burning up with sexual desire. When the band finished their set, they all knew that they were playing at their best ever.

  When Jack got Helen home, he just managed to get her to his bedroom before tearing her clothes off. Determined to feel in control of things for once, Helen pushed him back on the bed before brushing his cock with her lips. As she gently cupped his balls in her hand and stroked them, she ran her tongue over the top of it, wetly circling its head and teasing him for what seemed like forever before swallowing his shaft to the hilt.

  While she worked on him with her lips, Jack tried to keep himself from coming too quickly - he wanted to prolong the unbeatable feeling of pumping into Helen’s wet and willing mouth, for as long as possible. When he couldn’t hold himself back much longer, she left him hanging for what seemed like forever, then straddled him and enveloped his erection.

  As she rhythmically pumped herself down on to his enormous cock with her cavernous soaking, wet cunt Helen squeezed herself against him, to heighten their pleasure and this time allowed Jack to begin to come. Their mutual climax rocked them both senseless, before she fell forward exhausted on top of him. As they lay in a hot, sweating heap they kissed passionately before falling asleep.

  Now Jack knew what to do to get Helen at her best on stage, he repeated the process the next night, giving her backside the same hard punishment as before. She walked out with her butt cheeks burning, inspired to give another electric performance that had the audience enthralled from the minute they saw her, until the end of the band’s set. When Jack got her in bed at the end of the night, her squeals and moans as he gave her another one of the hardest fuckings she’d ever had in her life, made him feel as he was king of the world.

  On the Sunday, he took her down to Upper St for lunch, and as they walked around looking for somewhere to eat, he got a real buzz from holding this tall woman’s hand in a public place. When Helen offered up no objection to him putting his arm around her waist, his happiness was complete now he thoug
ht that she had come to see that the difference in their heights was irrelevant.

  It was in the few days after the gigs that Helen started seriously questioning if he had any legitimate reason not to sign up The Curves now they were on their way. She was letting him do anything he wanted to her in bed, and she thought it was time she got some more return for screwing him. They had been getting favourable reviews in the music press, and a couple of fan bases had appeared online. After she’d spoken to the rest of the band, she decided to broach the subject with him, and turned up at the company headquarters.

  When she walked through the lobby, she was told by a receptionist that she would need to make an appointment to see Jack. Her swift response to that request was to say, “Go fuck yourself!” as she barged through to his office.

  When she walked in Jack stopped her before she sat down. “Right the first thing I’m going to tell you is that you don’t just walk in and be rude to our receptionist. He’s not at work to be sworn at by anyone and that includes you, so go and apologise to him now.”

  When Helen didn’t move he repeated himself. “I mean it, go and apologise now, or I’ll call security and have you removed.”

  Knowing she had no choice but to comply, Helen did as Jack asked. When she returned, he let her know what he had planned saying, “I have a meeting scheduled about this subject this afternoon. I was going to tell you this evening, when you come to my studio.”

  “I don’t buy this Jack, at last Saturday’s gig someone approached Paul and asked if we were signed,” she shouted furiously. “You’re stringing the guys along and using me in the sack. I can’t ask them to waste any more time waiting for you to make your mind up. We’re going to walk on you if you don’t sign us up, and go to the other label that does have faith in us. Fuck you!”